"No, I"m neither. I"m old enough to know my own mind."
"I don"t think you do. You"re bewitched by her eyes and her way of talking. Her dialect sounds rather cute to you. Don"t be foolish, Greg."
"Mrs. Morton, I tried to make you understand yesterday. There was a time when I believed I cared a great deal for you. That"s all over now. You chose your own course, and you have no one save yourself to blame because there is now in my heart not the least spark of anything like love for you."
"You may think there"s no spark, but I believe the embers are still smoldering and I propose to fan them into a flame."
"Evidently you don"t understand men, Mrs. Morton. I don"t think a woman ever yet caught a man by telling him what she proposed to do. It"s a man"s nature to pursue. He loves the chase. Let"s watch this baseball game."
With the greatest difficulty, she repressed her annoyance and anger.
The game was progressing, and with Frank Merriwell in the box it became decidedly interesting. The second inning pa.s.sed with neither side securing a score.
At the opening of the third inning Jose Murillo appeared on the field, attired in a fresh suit and looking cool and dapper. He carried a light cane and wore a straw hat. Glancing around, he discovered the ladies in the stand, lifted his hat, made a graceful bow, and showed his teeth in a smile.
To the astonishment of every one, the Mexican entered the stand and approached the party. Juanita Garcia was agitated and frightened.
Seizing Carker"s arm, she whispered:
"Don"t let heem come near me!"
"I"ll look out for him," promised Greg.
Murillo bowed low before them.
"I beg pardon for thees eentrusion," he murmured. "Eet happens that I know Senora Gallup and Senorita Garcia. I am a man of impulse. I do manee theengs I afterward regret. I presume Senorita Garcia has been annoyed by me, and now I weesh to ask her pardon. I have taken the time to considaire. I have thought eet all ovaire. Eet ees no use. When a girl een thees country decides that she weel not have anytheeng whatevaire to do with a man, he may as well gif eet up. Eet ees my decision to geeve eet up. I am going back to Mexico. I shall leave to-morrow. I have come to bid Senorita Garcia _adios_."
"I don"t beleef heem! I don"t beleef heem!" whispered Juanita, cowering close to Carker"s side. "He ees lying!"
"I think you have decided wisely, Murillo," said Greg. "If I were in your place, I"d git. In fact, unless you do git, I"ve decided to swear out a warrant for your arrest. I"ve decided to make complaint against you for attacking me with a deadly weapon."
Jose made a gentle gesture with his hand.
"Some day in the future perhaps we weel settell that, Senor Carkaire,"
he said. "Save yourself the trouble to swear out the warrant. I shall go."
With another sweeping bow, he turned and left the stand.
"Oh, I don"t like this game at all!" exclaimed Mrs. Morton. "I never did like baseball. I think I"ll go to the house."
She likewise left the stand.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
A COMPACT.
Madge Morton overtook Jose Murillo.
"A word with you," she said. "We are far enough from the field so that we"ll not be seen if we step aside beneath the trees."
"Eet ees a pleasure," he bowed, although his face wore a puzzled expression.
Beneath the trees the woman turned and faced him squarely.
"There"s a girl back yonder that you"re smashed on," she said.
He shook his head.
"What ees eet to be smashed?"
"Oh, I mean you"re struck on her--you"re in love with her. It"s that little soft-spoken, black-eyed chit."
"You mean Senorita Garcia?"
"Yes, that"s the girl. You"ve followed her here all the way from Mexico."
"Eet ees right. I have follaired her."
"Now what do you propose to do? Are you going to quit? Are you going to throw up your hand? Are you going to lay down?"
Again he shook his head.
"Eet ees not plain to me what you mean, senorita."
"I"m married--at least, I have been. Call me senora, if you don"t choose to call me Mrs. Morton. Are you going to give that girl up? Are you going to let her baffle you? You"re a man of determination. I understand you had trouble with Gregory Carker last night."
"_Si, si, senora._ Eet ees lucky for heem I deed not reach heem with my knife. I weel reach heem yet!"
She clutched his arm.
"No," she cried, "you must not! I love him! I"m going to marry him!"
"Ees eet true?" gasped Murillo, in surprise. "I thought he was----"
"Oh, he has a silly notion that he cares for your black-eyed Juanita.
He"s mistaken, that"s all. Keep her away from him a week, and he"ll forget her. Give me a week, and I"ll win him back again. Instead of trying to harm him, why don"t you carry off the girl?"
"How can eet be done?"
"She"s afraid of you. If you can get her away from here, I think she will cow down and do anything you say. I don"t believe she has real courage. I"ll help you."
"How?"
"Let me think. You must take her away to-night. Bring a carriage. Stop near Merry Home, but far enough away not to be discovered. Come to the house at an hour past midnight. You know the back way? If you don"t, you can find it. I"ll be waiting for you. I"ll let you in, and I"ll help you take that girl out of the house."